iruutciv:This must be what weariness tasted like, he thought.Or maybe it tasted more like this: ment

iruutciv:This must be what weariness tasted like, he thought.Or maybe it tasted more like this: menthol, smoke, and nicotine, his fifth of the night. Viktor tore his eyes away from the crime wall and focused on his lighter’s flame. In the midst of all the news clippings, incident reports, and his own post-midnight speculations scribbled by hand sat the very beginnings of that organizational chart, all bones and shadows, useless to him for now. Detective Nikiforov from the chapter 9 update of But Monsters Are Always Hungry, Darling by @orchids-and-fictional-cities​!(New tags (including gunplay) have been added-please take heed!) -- source link
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